Loyal

Chapter Nine, Let Her Eat Pie.

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Days passed where nothing out of the ordinary happened. It wasn't until early September, in Defense Against The Dark Arts, Elizabeth's last class for the day, that a distraction came in the form of a mischievous spirit.

"Class, please turn to chapter 3." Dolores Umbridge's sickly sweet voice rang out. 

Rose, who had been dozing off with her chin resting in her palm, started in place at the sound of the Professor's voice. 

"What did I miss?" Whispered a groggy Rose, peering around from her seat next to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth replied as she opened her own book and turned the pages, "we have to turn to chapter 3 in our books" 

Rose nodded, quickly flipping the pages of her book. Resting her head in her hand with the chapter open in front of her, she focused on the pink cotton ball at the front of the class.

Defense Against The Dark Arts, once one of Elizabeth's most favorite classes at Hogwarts, had quickly become terribly dull. She hadn't even been back at school that long and already she wished for the school year to end, if only to put a stop to the pink sea urchin who stood at the front of the classroom.  

Where the students had once been allowed to, and even encouraged to try out the spells they were taught in DADA, now they were prohibited from using any of their magic. Instead, they were forced to sit in silence and read from Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard, reading from that book was even more boring than sitting through one of Professor Binns lectures. Add in Umbridge's sickly sweet voice, and all Elizabeth wanted to do was throw her school book out the window and Disapparate before the professor could do anything about it.

Of course, none of that would be possible, except for throwing her book out the window, because Elizabeth was only in her 4th year, and the ministry won't let anyone under the age of 17 learn to Apparate.

Still, she couldn't help but daydream about ways to get out of the class that had only just begun

With her head in her hands as she looked down at her book, Elizabeth began to nod off after reading the same line for a few minutes. She nearly fell off her seat with a jolt as the sound of a high pitched wail could be heard out in the corridor. Elizabeth and Rose looked at each other wide-eyed as their classmates whispered to each other anxiously. The horrid sound continued, and Elizabeth thought to herself that it sounded like cats being shaken in a bag. 

The class fell silent as Umbridge, frowning, walked briskly between the desks of students. The professor opened the door with an air of authority, ready to give whomever was making that noise detention. The students watched with bated breath as the wailing ceased as soon as the professor opened the door. Umbridge stepped into the corridor, glancing down it, when, much to the amusement and wonder of the students, Umbridge was hit in the face with some sort of pie.

Everyone in the classroom held their breath, anticipating the upcoming tantrum that Umbridge was likely about to throw, most were doing their best to hold in their laughter as the pie slowly slid down the Professor's face and fell onto the floor at her feet. 

Umbridge's fists were clenched at her sides, her chest was heaving, and her face and hair were covered in whipped cream from the pie, none of the students dared to utter a single word, feeling the tension in the air like electricity.

Umbridge opened her mouth, turning to face her students, her face livid and her eyes blazing with fury, when another pie hit her in the back of the head. She spun around, and the students could hear the familiar cackling that carried from the corridor into the classroom. Peeves.